Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-23
BY TIE WAVES

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sAnd why we named her Mnricl
is a mystery to me- said good Mrs.
Doyle, folding mp her mending.-
Mary Jane or Hannah Maria would
have been just as good and sight
more suitable; but I read novels
when was young, and see that
name somewhere, and it kinder
pleased me-so l must go and call
her Murie.'
And. indeed, Muriel Doyle was
little like her sweet ethereal name.
A strong, 1.-THE, healthy fisherman's
daughter. with brown eyes, brow n
hair. brown cheeks, brown hands;
hands that could WELD an oar and
trim sail as we'll as her fathers
own. A veritable child of nature,
wild and free as the place she low
ed so well; and yet, not ignorant
and uncultured. Muriel Doyle was
we'll versed in the lore Of books,
and nature had given her the ease
and grace and dignity that others
got by culture.
My sea- bird!' her father called
her. and the name was like the
Wild, glad young. thing. When they
could not find her about the house,
they sought her by the sea, and
they always found her, strolling
idly down the beach, sitting among
the rocks, and watching the waves
with dreamy eyes, chasing the sur
ges like a child. She was achlld
in guileless innocence and freedom
from art; but. in maturity of brain
and heart she was q woman at sev,
entecn.
Half a mile from the cottage of
the Doyles, grand new hotel was
being built; another season would
sec their quiet home turned into a
seaside resort, and Muriel was not
pleased at the thought Of the com
ing change. She loved hor wild
rocks and lonely beach as they were,
and she did not want to see them
changed to fashionable prone
nados. But Muriel's dissatisfac-
ion could not change the aspect OF
affairs; she knew that the fashion,
ablpS were surely coming,
She was thinking rather sorrow
fully and perhaps d little unamia-
bly,, of that, as she wandered down
the sands one day, thinking how
she WAS soon to be driven from her
tavorite haunts, and a bright fame
came into her eyes and cheeks, and
she stamped her foot upon the sand,
exclaimng aloud:
They shall not drive me awayl
| will not exile myself from the sea
because they GOMEZ And then she
stopped suddenly and caught her
breath; for turning around a jag
ged point Of rocks, MurieI was up.
on the vanguard Of the invaders.
Two young men-one of them a
commonplace, handsomish young
lellow-sat upon a stone, and held
a portfolio upon his kuee-a sketch.
er. The othrrstood leaning against
a rock beside him, and looking
down inditferently upon the half
finished sketch on his companions
knee. A tall grave man of twenty
seven, with a magnificent head
from which he had removed his
bat; dark, half-curllug short hair
eyes blue, and dark and splendid;
Il face that was perfect i'll beauty
and a commanding, stately figure,
half covered BY Il loose cloak, flung
over one shoulder. A very band
some man, but grave to sadness; a
man who had suffered, and not
lightly.
Muriel hesitated whether to GO
back or pass them, then a proud
impulse babe her to go on. Both
looked up as her light step crossed
the sands, and both bowed as she
slightly glanced at them. They
were gentlemen. She inclined hel
head Il little DIS she passed.
Tie next moment she heard the
younger Of the two whisper:
what a striking facet l wonder
if she would let me sketch her!'
Hush! She will hear sou,
warned the other; aud Muriel, turn,
Ing, saw the halt-contemptuous
curl Of his lip.
Il have heard,' she said quietly
coming back. You may sketch
my lace if you choose
MAY l? A thousand thanks
None at all, if you please re-
turned Muriel, composedly seating
herself, and drawing her shaw
about Ter. & am curious to see :
picture of myself. Shall Itake of
my hat?
If you will be so good; and Mu.
riel lifted the broad hat from he
sunny brown curls, and quietly pro
ceeded to sit for her portrait.
he.yonng man Sketched busll,
away, making no effort to concea
his admiration for his 'subject,' a
admiration to which Mnriel va